Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.